Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. If this is your first visit, scroll down to chapter one. It is important to read the story in order.

Further Warning: This chapter contains a scene of male/male sex. If that is troubling for you, I suggest you begin this chapter at Part two: Lisa 

 A Family Man

Chapter Four

Part One: Jim

As I laid back on the bed, my 7" cock straining to reach the ceiling, I admit to being very nervous. Lisa and I had talked a little, and that had helped, but the very idea of being naked on the bed, with my kids joining us, made me feel a little anxious. After all, the three of them had been doing this for years, and this was my first time. What if I did something wrong? What if they didn't really like me? Admittedly, the only thing that I didn't seem to worry about was the fact that this was incest. This was family, and I was okay with that.
The truth is that Lisa has always been way smarter than me. She has always taken charge of things, and, truthfully, I have always been glad of that fact. I have always felt, with her, that I got the best of the deal. I trust her, and have never once forgotten to feel how lucky I am to be with her.
I was aroused from my thoughts by the sound of feet running up the stairs, followed by two kids bursting through the door and nose-diving onto the bed. Lisa stood at the door, watching me, and shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "Kids! What are you going to do?"
Looking at my wife standing there smiling, feeling my kids settle in beside me, I broke out into the biggest grin of my life! I felt like the luckiest guy alive, and I couldn't imagine a person on this planet who could have convinced me otherwise!
Snuggling into my chest, Terri asked, "Can I touch it daddy?".
I looked at my sweet girl, more tomboy than women, her head tilted up to see my eyes.
"Um, are you sure that's what you really want to do?', I asked.
Rob, sitting cross legged on the bed on the other side of me, piped up, "I'm pretty sure that's what she wants all right".
I just looked down at her and nodded my head yes.
Her slender hand reached down, wrapping around the base of my pole. Scooting up to give herself more freedom of movement, her other hand cradled and played with my balls. Lisa sat on the edge of the bed watching; a look of rapt attention as she watched my daughter touching me.
"Dad?", Rob managed in a strangely husky voice, "Can I touch you too?"
Surprised, I glanced first at my wife (another shrug) then over to Rob. He looked scared and vulnerable. It dawned on me that I had yet to really look at him. He was slight, like his sister, pretty, more than handsome, and looked years younger than his age. His cock was fattish like mine, but smaller and somehow less mannish. I realized that I had never thought of another male before. The idea was certainly strange. But, looking at him, it suddenly struck me, that I had never really seen him as him, just as my son, in whom I was proud of course, but not, fully, as a person in his own right. Seeing his anxiety, my heart went out to him. "Why should I love him less than my daughter", I thought. Overcome by love and compassion, I did something I would have never thought possible; I reached out, wrapped my arm around his slender frame, pulled him toward me, and kissed his mouth. Half lying on me, I could feel his young cock trailing pre-cum along my belly. His mouth opened and our tongues began to touch, taste and explore. I realized that Terri had stopped touching me, shocked still by the scene unfolding before her. I was open. I had never felt like this. With one hand stroking his back, then ass, my other reached between us to touch and hold my first cock. My own cock was rubbing against his soft, girlish body; my own pre-cum leaving a trail on his soft thighs. Our kisses became increasingly passionate. I could feel his young cock throbbing in my hand. Terri was on her knees, watching and rubbing her slit with an intense singularity. Lisa had moved up to position herself behind Rob, and was holding his cheeks apart, in order to tongue his young ass bud. Suddenly his hand was on my aching dick, Terri reaching over to squeeze my balls. God knows that I was not going to last. "Oh, Robbie", I moaned, my cock sliding up and down his pre-cum slicked thigh. From the throbbing and pulsing in my hand, it was obvious that Rob was about to let go as well.
"Wait dad", he whispered, disengaging from our kiss. He straddled me, one hand behind him holding my cock. Rising up on his knees, and to the amazement of everyone, he began to lower himself, guiding my cock to rest against his butt hole.
"it's okay dad", he said with gentleness, seeing the look of shock on my face.
With that he began to push his hole against the head of my cock. Holding my cock firmly and guiding it, he began to do little bounces up and down, each bounce bringing me closer to entering him. And then it happened, the head of my cock, slipped into him. My cock was in my beautiful son's ass! I thought that he would cry out, move off, but instead he wriggled his hips to bring me deeper in. He just wriggled and pushed until he had taken me all in and his ass was resting against my balls. His beautiful young cock was literally jumping in my hand. Taking my hand away, I brought my palm to my mouth, spit, and returning to his rock hard dick, slid my hand over his throbbing plum of a cock head. Throwing his head back, his cock began to spurt; long strings of cum shooting up. As he came, his ass contracted squeezing my aching cock until, I too, began to come, filling his pretty ass with my pent-up juices. The sight of his young cock shooting out his precious come, covering my chest, even one burst landing on my cheek, coupled with the feel of his sweet ass contracting with each burst, milking my cock, brought me to the most powerful and overwhelming climax of my life. On an impulse, I brought my finger to a spot of his cum, scooped it up, and put it into my mouth to taste. Groaning with ecstasy, I pulled Rob down to me, kissing his sweet young lips. I reached my hands down to move his ass off of my cock, but Rob pushed my hands away.
"Just stay inside me a while longer dad", he whispered looking deep into my eyes.

Part Two: Lisa

I was stunned! Of all of the possible ways I could have envisioned this evening turning out, seeing my son's ass impaled on his dad's cock was not in the mix.
Mumbling that they needed to get cleaned up, Jim and Robbie, got off the bed and headed to the shower, leaving Terri and I sitting on the bed staring at each other in shock.
"Holy shit, mom", Terri exclaimed, finally breaking the silence, "Is dad gay?".
As much as I had taught the kids that sex was natural, and despite all the taboos we had broken, I was truly shocked. My mind was racing with a thousand questions, and my stomach was doing flips. Maybe Jim had been a closet gay all of these years. Sure, he fucked me when he was home, but rarely was he passionate; perhaps, I thought panicking, just doing his duty? Logically, I could see how I was being hypocritical, after all, Terri and I got each other off all the time. But it was different for guys. Wasn't it? My head was spinning and I needed to think. Weirdly too, for the first time in years, I felt like covering up.
I compromised, grabbing a robe from the closet, I put it on, but left it untied and open in front. Seeing this, Terri looked even more confused than before.
"It's no big deal honey. I'm going downstairs for a bit and I feel chilly".
Mutely, Terri nodded; my explanation doing nothing to convince her. She looked so young and vulnerable, looking to me for assurances. But, for once, I had none to give. I just needed to get out of this room and look after myself.
Passing through the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of wine. In the den, I huddled into the corner of the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest for comfort. I found myself staring blankly at a framed family picture on the shelf over the TV. The kids had been eight or nine, and we had been visiting my folks. I could almost hear their excited shrieks as they ran chasing after the chickens; so happy and innocent. I felt tears begin to well up as wondered what I had done to my family. Maybe, taboos are there for a reason. Had I ruined my kids for my own twisted pleasures?
I was startled back to the present, by the realization that someone was standing in the doorway, watching me.
"Mom?", Robbie quietly said, more as a question than a greeting.

Part Three: Rob

When dad I returned from our shower, the bedroom was empty. Dad looked stricken. There was something going on here, something that everyone else but me seemed to understand. I sat on the bed feeling confused, and even a little frightened. Dad headed off in the direction of Terri's room, then returned moments later.
"Rob, Terri seems upset. I'm going to talk to her. She says that mom is downstairs. Why don't you go down and see what's up?".
I looked up at my dad, so strong and big, but his face looking worried like a little kid's. Had I done something wrong? I know mom had had us to agree to the no fucking rule, but that had just been about babies, hadn't it? To tell the truth, I don't even know what had made me want to put his cock in me in the first place. It was weird. One the one hand it had hurt like hell. On the other, it felt like nothing I could ever imagined. When I had cum, I had felt my ass clenching against his cock, milking it. I had felt his cum travel the length of his penis, and felt him shoot, again and again, deep into me. As much as it had hurt, it had been heaven.
In the shower, dad had been so nice, washing me gently, even kneeling down to kiss the head of my penis. He had let me wash him in turn. It felt unbelievable, us two alone in the shower, his rock-hard body up against mine. He let me soap and wash his soft cock, his balls, and even the crack of his ass. I thought I would melt from the pleasure.
Now, he we were, and something was wrong.
When I got to the den, mom was wearing a robe, huddled in the corner of the sofa, legs drawn up to her chest. Her face was turned away, but she was making small sobbing sounds.
"Mom?", I softly called out to her.
As she turned her face toward where I stood, I could see she'd been crying.
"Mom!", I cried out, alarmed, and rushing to her side, "What's wrong?".
"Oh, my sweet boy", she managed as another tear fell from her cheek.
I don't mind admitting that I was feeling scared and a little lost.
"Mom! Please tell me what is going on", I begged, tears beginning to come to my eyes as well.
I tried to snuggle up to her; glad that my perpetual hard-on was a soft three inches instead. Mom gently pushed me back and away from her. She was looking questioning into my face, as if the answer she sought was present there, if only she could read it.
"Did I do something wrong, mom", I sniffled. And with that I began to cry in earnest.
My tears seemed to break the spell that had come over her. She reached to me, pulling me into her. Mom's flannel robe had fallen open, and my head soon found the warmth and comfort of the soft plumpness of her breasts.
We lay like that a while; me cradled into the softness of her body, she stroking my head and back. Mom made soft soothing noises like you might to calm a baby (I have to admit that it still worked at 18), then, after a time, reaching down, she guided her nipple to my mouth, where I suckled in pure peace. My erection was back, but neither of us took much notice, preferring just to let things be as they were. Every time I sucked in her nipple and tit, a warmth filled my belly. I could sense that everything was going to be alright.
"Mom", I said, contentedly disengaging from her breast, and feeling a world of better, "My butt hole hurts".
For a moment, there was a stillness, a sudden tension, then we both broke out laughing.

Part Four: Terri

I was sitting, cross-legged, on my bed, looking out my window, when I sensed my daddy enter. As I continued to gaze out, into the back yard, and the trees behind it, I could feel dad sitting down on the corner of my single bed. A long, comfortable, silence ensued, until still looking away, I asked, "Dad, are you gay?"
I shifted my position to be able to look at him. He seemed to be giving my question some serious thought.
"I don't think so", he finally replied, "But, then again, I have never been with anyone except your mom; that is at least until tonight. In fact", he continued, "you are only the second naked woman I have ever been in the same room as. "Truth is that I just wouldn't know".
"Do you think that I am pretty, daddy?"
"The prettiest!", he declared.
"Nah, I don't mean daughter pretty. Do you think that I am attractive? You know, sexy".
One of the things I love most about my dad is that he always takes you seriously, takes his time to think things through, then answers the best he can.
By now we were facing each other, and only a foot apart, he, on the end of my bed, and me, cross-legged my exposed muff in plain view. Dad took a long while to look me over. He took in my pig tails, my boyish torso, my small breasts, my unkept feet, my skinny legs, and, finally, his gaze came to rest on my mound and pussy. Although I enjoyed him looking at me, I felt nervous. I wanted him to like me, but what if he just saw me as his kid?
Dropping his eyes down to the floor, he just nodded, up and down. As if to bear witness to the truth of what he had indicted, I noticed his penis had begun to plump out; not enough for an erection, but enough to remind me of how massive he really was. Everything about dad is oversize; his arms and chest, his heart, and his beautiful cock.
"I'm so happy, daddy", I said flinging myself at him, "I was worried that you only liked Robbie".
"Whoa, kid, take it easy", he said playfully pushing me back. "Let's just talk for a bit".
"Hmm, want to play hard to get", I thought. "We'll see about that!".
I scooted back from him until I was sitting as far away from dad as I could; my back against the headboard. I brought my legs up, bent at the knees, feet planted on the mattress, and allowed my knees to fall away from each other; affording daddy the best view of my moist slit possible, all the while feigning a casual indifference. I pretended that I was not noticing his beautiful cock stiffening, then straining. As we chatted about god knows what (I wasn't really listening), I let my hand wander down to my twat and began playing with my slit and clit. All the while I kept chatting, acting as if I were absentmindedly touching myself without being aware of it. The conversation began to trail off as daddy's attention became drawn into sharp focus.
Pretense forgotten, I began to slip first one, then two fingers inside of me, all the while staring directly into his glazing eyes. Moving in for the kill, I leaned back, raising my butt. With my free hand, I held one ass cheek open, while my other hand, frigged and fingered in an ever-mounting fury. Sliding my pussy juice slicked finger from my cunny to my crack, I began gently working the end of a finger into my pink butt hole.
"Is my ass as nice as Robbie's?", I taunted him.
And despite the fact that I was not sure that I would like it at all, "Would you like to put your cock in my ass too?".
Dad's eyes were wide in shock, and his hand was slowly pumping his pole. I was not only turning my daddy on, but he was powerless in my hands. Having an idea, and loving the sense of power I had over him, I suddenly stopped, removed fingers from my holes, jumped off the bed, and innocently suggested that we should head downstairs to see how mom and Rob were doing. Dad just sat there like a statue. As I passed him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, then slowly raised the fingers of my right hand and trailed them along under his nostrils, forcing him to breathe in the scent of my sex.
"See you downstairs", I called, as I slipped out the door.
Dad just groaned.